Bathed By the Babysitter

[dunbarbarian]

(cw: very extreme, objectionable content)

When I was in college I was hired to look after an 11 year old girl named Lucy who I quickly learned believed she was too old to need a babysitter. That first evening was a living hell and she was brought back down to earth when her parents came home and her father gave her a bare bottom spanking by hand to the point of tears in front of me. She was already over her father’s lap when her panties were pulled down and she was very quick about pulling them back up after the spanking facing away from me so her bare ass was all I saw on that occasion. What neither of us knew at that point was I was going to have a good look at her nakedness very soon, and I was going to be given the authority to do much more than just see her naked body.

To be honest, I was reluctant to come back when they called me the next night but I was tipped handsomely for the trouble I endured and they assured me Lucy’s behavior was going to be corrected. What I didn’t expect was when I returned I wasn’t actually there to look after Lucy while her parents went out. Instead, I was asked to enforce a punishment I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams, but her parents liked me and wanted me to keep the job, and that meant there had to be no doubt of my authority over her.

I was given the authority to give Lucy a bath before putting her to bed.

Lucy sat there defeated, horrified, and ashamed. She had been informed that the punishment for disobedience or any lack of cooperation would mean a completely naked spanking in front of me, followed by the bath proceeding anyway, so me giving her a bath was the best case scenario for Lucy. Her mother was very specific when telling me to be gentle when “touching” her chest, her bottom, and between her legs, which produced an even more terrified expression on Lucy’s face but before she could utter one word of protest she was silenced by her father who again reprimanded her for her behavior when I was looking after her the week before. He said this was going to be a reminder that she was still a little girl, a reminder she both needed and deserved. He then turned to me as Lucy faced the ground, blushing and tearful. Her father turned to me and uttered some very powerful words: “don’t rush yourself. Make sure she gets all clean, and take your time. My one rule is you are not to penetrate her.” I told her this was understood, and perhaps Lucy took some solace in knowing she would remain a virgin that evening. He then handed me the nightwear she was to put on after she’d been bathed by me: a tank-top and little boyshorts.

I had done my best to keep a straight face with the authority I’d been given to dominate and molest this girl. It wasn’t even me being asked, they were essentially ordering me to enforce this humiliation and as their employee I was obliged to punish Lucy the way her parents saw fit. I turned toward the girl and firmly ordered her to come with me to the bathroom, and to my surprise she quickly stood up. I walked behind her, my hand on her shoulder gently escorting her to the bathtub. My touch would soon become much more invasive, and I started becoming aroused as the full reality of the situation began to hit me.

When we entered I turned on the water, found an apron, and shut the door. Perhaps looking to maintain even a shred of dignity in all of this, Lucy bravely started taking off her clothes without me having to give the order. She took her socks off first and then, hesitating just a moment to give me a defeated look, took off her shirt which suddenly revealed her developing breasts. I had expected her to be wearing a training bra or something but removing her T-shirt left her topless in front of me.

At this point she paused, I think expecting me to say something about her buds, but I kept her focused and ordered her to take off her shorts. She obeyed, again with no hesitation which was surprising despite what she had been threatened with for not cooperating with being bathed, and even replied with “yes sir”. This girl’s rebellious spirit had been broken and her humiliation had just begun. The “sir” was a very nice touch, I must admit. All that was left protecting her modesty was her blue panties. At that point I lifted her up at that point onto the counter by the sink to lay down the law.

I looked her in her frightened eyes and told her I was going to first wash her hair and then she would have to stand up for me to wash her body, and I told her very clearly I was going to use my hands. She whimpered if she could make one request, and I told her to speak freely. Lucy said she was sorry for not listening to me the previous week and would be sure to listen in the future, and asked if I would please use a washcloth to clean between her legs. I felt a confusing mix of arousal and sorrow in that moment, but not only was this no time to show significant leniency, I had been asked to do this by her parents. So I denied her request and told her I was going to use my bare hands, but I said that I did see that she was cooperating, and if she continued to cooperate with her punishment like a big girl I would make the intimate touching quick, but I told her very clearly I was going to be thorough with my hands. She almost whispered “yes sir”. The feeling of domination was exquisite. She had accepted her fate: I was going to bathe her with my hands, my hands were going to touch all of her naked body, and she had no choice but to submit.

Without further ado, I gave the order for her to remove her last item of clothing. She hopped down from the counter, and with just a moment of hesitation with her fingers in her waistband, she obeyed and I took a long gaze at her naked body. While her breasts had begun to fill in, she had no pubic hair between her legs so her vulva was clearly visible. I was glad to be wearing the apron because it concealed my erection. Knowing I was going to very soon be touching her so intimately and there was nothing she could do about it had made me hard as a rock, and now I could clearly see what I was soon going to be feeling.

I admit I took the opportunity to rub salt into wounds and told her that although she was very, very pretty clearly the reminder she was a little girl was fitting because I could see everything she had, and just because she’d started growing breasts didn’t mean a thing if I could see her little lips. I could see her stop herself from covering her nakedness, even though that hadn’t been made forbidden. I suppose it was implied. I remember saying that big girls don’t have hair between their legs if they choose to shave it off, but she hadn’t started growing pubic hair at all and she’d be old enough to stay home alone when she had some hair to protect her modesty. It was more cruelty in the middle of an already cruel punishment, but it was accurate and made the poor girl blush even redder than before. The girl had to have been, in that moment, more embarrassed and ashamed than she’d ever been in her whole life, but I intended to follow through entirely with humbling her, and even take pleasure in doing so.

The bath water was now at a suitable depth so I ordered her to step into the bath, sit down, and get her hair and body wet all over. When she emerged from the water, I began to shampoo her hair, a part of this mortifying experience I’m sure lasted all too short for Lucy. Soon, I began to lather up my hands with body wash and ordered her to stand up to be molested. I didn’t say that last obvious part to her, I merely said “stand” and she once again quickly obeyed. I intended to keep my promise of keeping the touching of her chest and between her legs quick, but I was going to take the liberty of having a good feel.

I began with her facing me and did her face very carefully. The tension was indescribable. I then washed both her arms and shoulders, under her arms as well which produced a couple of quick ticklish squeals. I spun her around and slid my hands up and down her back before resting my left hand on top of her shoulder as my right hand rubbed soap on her plump buttocks. I heard her breathe in in response to the touch. I spent a few more seconds caressing her bare bottom before using both hands to soap down the back and sides of her lovely legs.

I kept her facing the wall as I once again lathered my hands with body wash and began to wash the fronts of her legs until I reached her midsection and told her to put her hands on the wall. She obeyed, and I wrapped my left arm around her torso and used my right hand to gently but fastidiously rub the soap onto her bald vulva lips. She grunted and gasped at being touched in such an intimate and violating way. I never in my life felt as powerful, and I’ve never had an erection so massive as those seconds when I used my bare open hand to caress Lucy’s genitals. I openly molested her for what was more than 5, but less than 10 seconds. I then quickly did her torso and slid my soapy hands up to her young breasts. Before I touched, I gave the order “hands on your head” which she reluctantly obeyed. Once again, I spent somewhere between 5 and 10 seconds and fondling her breast buds, making sure they were thoroughly covered in soap. She gasped at my soft touch, and as I rubbed her tween breasts I felt her erect nipples in my palms and said into her ear “sensitive I see, big girl!”

At this point I released her but told her to remain standing and turn around. I grabbed the shower attachment and turned it on. Before I began to rinse her, I took a good look at Lucy’s naked body which had been covered in soap by my hands. A job well done, I thought to myself. I then ordered the vulnerable, helpless girl onto her knees and began to rinse her. My right hand kept the shower head over her head while my left hand, one more time, slid across her naked upper body. I spared her another session of fondling between her legs, but I did place my bare hand on both of her naked breasts for one last quick fondle and feel of her erect nipples.

“Good girl. Clean as a whistle. Go ahead and step out.” I said as I finished rubbing her chest. She quickly did so and I handed her a towel. The girl looked relieved that she no longer had to submit to being fiddled and diddled. The punishment of being molested by me would surely remain clear in her head and act as a deterrent against disobeying my authority. When she finished drying off she donned her boyshorts and I took off the apron still fully erect. Her eyes went to my groin and widened as she put on her tanktop. I had been waiting for her to start crying the whole time but she never did, and now she wasn’t even blushing any longer. Now her face was white. I walked her to her bedroom and after she’d got under the covers I kissed her forehead goodnight. She said nothing back.

I went downstairs where her parents were waiting. Lucy’s mother asked if she gave me any trouble and I said she’d cooperated in full and was very obedient in remaining stoic and taking her punishment. Her father said I had emerged much quicker than he expected and I was honest that for her cooperation and bravery I had kept the touching time very short, but I assured him that I had been fastidious in washing her body, and she had asked me to use a washcloth to bathe her genitals, but followed through and I used my hands, making sure was very clean on her chest and between her legs. They indicated I had done well and tipped me $100 for my time and said they would be calling me when I was needed.

I never experienced anything other than first time obedience from Lucy ever again.

[mars357]

What a cute gem of a story!!! Can't believe I missed it when you first published it!!

Any chance for a follow up demonstrating her obedience?

[Jetsfan]

Well written. Very enjoyable read.

[Rprohl]

Would like to see a continuation.

[tiger_kitten_2025]

This is a fantastic story. I'd love to see more chapters.